Summary

Chapter 41 is flash forward to the narrator sitting on the bench, and dawn is beginning to break. He realizes that the time to flee has gone, and so can either surrender or die when the police arrive. He questions what it means that humans were made in God’s image, now that he is a murderer. He accuses God of being the actual murderer and laments the fact that he must take the fall, but nonetheless admires God for his creative prowess.

Chapter 42 opens with the author lamenting the emptiness in his life now that Zuhal has stopped contacting him. To console himself he seeks out both Sümbül and the cradle maker. The cradle maker advises him that without sorrow, joy would have no meaning, and that everything eventually passes. Sümbül likewise comforts him that all sorrow is finite...